Thursday, June 28, 2012

Sackcloth and Ashes

So we can put the champagne back in the cupboards. The Individual Mandate is a tax, says Chief Justice John Roberts (though Justice Kennedy apparently disagrees).

I feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland. That new kind of Wonderland, in the movie version I wouldn't watch if you paid me to, with The Depp in fright makeup.
Kennedy, reading the minority dissent: "In our view, the entire Act before us is invalid in its entirety."

And I was so looking forward to turning the second week of Fortnight for Freedom into one big Catholic party!

The bad news is, we're stuck with the HHS interpretation of the requirements of the Individual Mandate. In plain English, all employers have to pay for health care that covers cotnraceptives, sterilizations, and abortion-providing drugs. That includes EWTN and Belmont Abbey. That would include Jesus and Mother Theresa, if they were still in business. (Well, you know what I mean. Jesus is still in business—they tell me He has a vicar in Rome, or something like that. I don't think the local American branches of the vicar's organization are exempt either.)

The good news is ...

There is good news, really there is. The good news is that the whole debate over Religious Liberty, which would have become moot if the Individual Mandate had been struck down, will continue, probably for quite some time.

Why is this good?

Because as a country we've started to forget religion. Now that religious consciences are being pushed into a hard place, we as a country will no longer be able to forget it. We'll have to make a choice. Either Catholicism and other religions of that traditional, "restrictive" ilk are worthy of respect, or they are not. Either individuals are Catholic (or religious) or they are not. Either you're ready to go to (or go get) the lions, or you're not.

In a way, this ruling is a gift.

My old college professor used to say (probably still does—is probably saying it today, louder than ever!): "You kids are lucky. You get to fight!"

He was in the army during WWII where, to his (I suspect) everlasting regret, he never got to see action.

Well, here's our chance to see action, my friends. You can begin with this. Or with this. Or even with this. Or go start your own protest!

The excerpt is from Verdi's Nabucco (post here). For you trivia-lovers, here's Wikipedia on this
particular chorus:

The best-known number from the opera is the "Chorus of the Hebrew
Slaves," Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate / "Fly,
thought, on golden wings," a chorus which is regularly given an encore
when performed today. ...

Music historians have long perpetuated a powerful myth about the famous Va,
pensiero chorus sung in the third act by the Hebrew slaves. Scholars
have long believed the audience, responding with nationalistic fervor to the
slaves' powerful hymn of longing for their homeland, demanded an encore of the piece. As encores were expressly forbidden
by the government at the time, such a gesture would have been extremely
significant. However, recent scholarship puts this and the corresponding myth
of Va,
pensiero as the national anthem of the Risorgimento
to rest. Although the audience did indeed demand an encore, it was not for
"Va, pensiero" but rather for the hymn "Immenso Jehova,"
sung by the Hebrew slaves to thank God for saving His people. In light of these
new revelations, Verdi's position as the musical figurehead of the Risorgimento
has been correspondingly downplayed. At Verdi's funeral, the crowds in the
streets spontaneously broke into "Va, pensiero".

"To thank God for saving His people." I like how the nameless Wikiwriter actually capitalized the "He" there. It was once considered grammatically correct to do so; but now in most parts that tradition of capitalization has gone the way of the Oxford comma, so it's nice to see it pop up accidentally. Ah, but 'tis the little things that help to restore one's faith in humanity ...